"He means, the mentor's ally." Boris put the drink on the small table, and he didn't intend to serve the black pine with his own hands.
"Oh..." The elf continued to look at Lot, "Look at you... Are you a warlock?"
Lott was a little surprised. Before he opened the door, Burris expected Heisong to ask this question. Why did Burris guess so accurately? "Well, I'm a warlock." He replied happily. Over the elf's shoulder he saw Boris staring sadly at him.
"Sure enough, it's a warlock..." Heisong floated back to the hall leisurely, as if he had no interest in Lott at all, "Tsk, the mentor is too soft-hearted, and he has to help any strange person. What kind of vampire, half-orc... There are also warlocks. Little mage, what is this warlock doing here?"
Burris replied: "I have no way of guessing the intention of the mentor."
Heisong took a few sips of the drink, took out a few notes and a small bag and put them on the table: "Let's get down to business. I'm going to give these things to the instructor, but he's not here, so you keep them for him first." Just a moment. Remember, little mage, these things are very important, and you must not break them. This book records some magic theories I recently discovered during my adventures. In the bag are three precious ambers, which are bound from spearheads. The three-pronged tail scorpion on the island, this is an extremely rare magic medium... "
That scorpion was very ugly, and it was already dead, even if it was alive, it was useless. This kind of amber looks interesting, but it has no spellcasting value... Burris nodded seriously on the surface, silently distressed by the apprentice's knowledge.
Heisong went on to say: "It's a pity that the tutor is not here. I'm really unlucky. How about this? There should be vacant rooms in the Mage Tower right now? I'll stay here and wait for the tutor to come back. Since I can't go up to the upper floors, the guest rooms on the first floor are fine."
"I'm afraid not," Boris said. "The mentor has told me that no one, including other apprentices, can stay in the tower except the warlock and me."
Heisong impatiently drove the chair to and fro: "You are just a new little mage, you don't know the complicated relationship between me and Teacher Boris. Hurry up and help me tidy up the room!"
"Really not." Burris sullenly. What kind of complicated relationship do you have with me? Isn't it just crying to me when you are wronged, or asking me for money when you have no money? You are not as mature as Estee, who is in her twenties after living for more than two hundred years, so you are indeed complicated enough.
Boris approached the small round table while cursing, and took away the drink that Heisong had drunk. At this time, Heisong finally noticed the carnelian ring—it was always worn on Burris's hand, and it almost represented Burris himself. If Burris gave the ring to another person, that person would also get the tower. The dominance of the inner golem and half-incorporeal servants means that he is almost the second master of the mage tower.
Heisong thought for a while, and asked: "Little mage, who are you... Boris' mentor?"
"It's just an apprentice."
"You manage this tower, and you have the right to handle many things for the mentor?"
"The mentor did allow me to make some less important decisions."
Heisong showed a smile on his face: "Then I won't wait for my supervisor, I'll tell you first. I'm coming back this time mainly... I want to report to my supervisor on my recent achievements, and then ask for his suggestions for future research Arcana is like a deep sky, knowledge is endless, but the ability of ordinary life is limited by realistic factors, some things seem easy to do, but when you go all out, there will always be some unexpected Encountered obstacles due to various reasons... such as the huge cost of exploration, such as the large investment required before obtaining results... "
Come, come, finally ask for money. Burris answered immediately: "Speaking of which, the instructor did leave something for you. I haven't had time to present it yet."
"What is it?" Heisong was so excited that his accent temporarily changed back to Sago's northwest accent.
Boris handed over the prepared gold coins and magic gems to the elves. Judging from the expression, Heisong was overjoyed that "you can get money even if you don't see your mentor", but he was a little regretful about the amount.
"Thank you mentor for me," the elf nodded to the "young mage", picked up his things and sat back on the bone chair, "thank you too, little mage, thank you very much for your hospitality. It's a pity that I didn't see the mentor, but It is worthwhile to meet a friend like you. Well, I have important things to do, so I won’t just stay in the tower.”
Burris also bowed to the elf, unlocked the door for him, and watched him float out of the tower.
It always feels a bit strange... Boris wears this ring mainly to shock Heisong, to make himself appear to be "a person whom the Archmage values very much". His purpose has indeed been achieved, but Heisong's attitude is not normal...
Under normal circumstances, Heisong always stays for a while after getting the money, and if there are young apprentices present, he will have to brag about himself for a long time before leaving... But today he left in a hurry, with some preoccupations in the corners of his brows and eyes look.
Just when Boris was about to close the door, Piaoyuan Heisong couldn't help turning his head back: "Little mage...you...you really look like the mentor. Don't worry, I will protect the reputation of the mentor."
What? When Boris was taken aback, the elf's bone chair had disappeared from sight. The mage closed the door with a sigh, and when he turned around, Lot appeared behind him without a sound.
"Boris, you're done." Relying on his size, Lot narrowed his eyes condescendingly and stared at Burris with deliberate pity in his eyes.
"What?" The mage looked puzzled.
"You're late," Lott said. "Didn't you notice? Your acting skills are a bit too much, so that the elf misunderstood you..."
"What misunderstanding? He didn't recognize me at all."
Lott shook his head: "Didn't you understand the meaning of his last sentence? Even I understood it. He thought you were your son!"
This is too absurd! Burris said: "I have never been married, nor have I ever had a girlfriend. Even if I had a dewy marriage...my son should not have been around 20 years old! Otherwise, could it be that I was in my sixties..."
"That's why it's called late festival failure."
"No, I'm more like my grandson," Burris himself felt weird about the words, "at least the age is more appropriate..."
"However, if you are your grandson, why do you have to cover it up with your apprenticeship? What's the shame of an old mage bringing a grandson? No matter how this grandson came from, no matter what your son or daughter has gone through, you There is nothing to be ashamed of being a grandfather. You are not an aristocrat. Accepting an illegitimate child from your children can only show that you are kind and loving, and no one will laugh at you. For a rich and powerful person like you, only an illegitimate child is worthy of honor 'Apprentice' to disguise, so that no one will laugh at you as old-fashioned."
Burris thought about it and found that Lott made sense. "Maybe you're right... I'm going to lose my fortune at the end of the night," he said, walking towards the elevator, "Hei Song will definitely tell others... and as far as I know, there are two halflings among his adventure buddies..."
Lott followed up: "That's good. Anyway, you have to find a way to explain this appearance. Why don't you just use your tricks and treat yourself as your son."
"Then what did I do?"
"Think about it slowly. You are over eighty years old, and in a few years you can pretend to be dead and live as a son."
The floating disc rose slowly, carrying the two of them back to the study. "Master Lott, I think it's very strange," Boris said, "You have been confined to a different plane, and you can only come back for seven days every hundred years. Why are you so familiar with the ways of the world?"
After hearing this question, Lott's footsteps paused. Boris noticed a subtle atmosphere, and quickly added: "Sorry, my lord, maybe my question made you unhappy. I said it casually, it was a bit abrupt... This is not a question, you don't have to answer me. "
"It's all right," Lott waved his hand, and followed him into the study, "This question reminds me of a lot of regrets, but I'm willing to answer you. Seriously, I've been waiting for you to ask me this and that, But if you don’t ask, you’re going to suffocate me.”
Since you want to say that, can't you take the initiative to talk to me? Boris held back this sentence and sat down at the desk.
Lotter sat on the single sofa in front of the desk, and continued: "When people get out of trouble and are in a safe and happy environment, they all want to confide. The content of the confide may be very brief, or it may be embellished. It changes with people's personalities... But in short, everyone needs to talk. Many people will say 'no no no I don't want to talk' with a painful face... Do you think he really doesn't want to talk? Then you are wrong. He It’s just that he hasn’t found the most comfortable opportunity to confide. Deep in his heart, he feels that pouring out his sorrows and digging up the past is a kind of weakness and shame, so he doesn’t want to dig by himself, it’s better to let someone else take the initiative to dig it up… and no one You can dig them all, and it must be someone he likes. It is best if this person is caring and persuasive to him, and then he can start talking about himself following the other person's thinking. In this way, he will not appear weak. It can be inferred that 'you asked me to say it, and I didn't tell anyone'. After the talk, the intimacy between the two parties will be greatly improved, and the listener can get a pleasure of saving others, while the confidant It will be cool, not only will he release the pressure, but he will also gain further trust from the listener by exposing his weaknesses a little... ”
Burris stared at Lotter dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen someone self-debunk so mercilessly, shaking off the motivation behind the conversation before it even started.
Lot raised his head and stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly looked at Burris: "So, you have already started asking me, right?"
"Well, yes..." Burris was almost embarrassed for him.
"Your question is, I can only be free for seven days every hundred years, so how can I understand all aspects of this world? In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will understand. You have lived for more than 80 years, and the first ten years are still basically It's a state of ignorance, and how many hundred years have I experienced? How many seven days? I can't even count. Even if I only add up those seven days, I have experienced quite a long time."
"Indeed," Burris responded, "I realized it after I just said that."
"Actually, I don't know much about the so-called 'sophistication of the world'," Lott continued. "The 'seven days' again and again is like a drama to me. I stand far away and watch the stage. , through those "dramas" to understand the world... Some things I don't need to experience personally, but I can only know the superficial. I can understand what is hatred, what is love, what is sad, what is happiness, I can describe the snow mountain and the The outline of the island, I also know the appearance of wars and conspiracies, I can even make up a story of grievances and hatreds... But I have never really experienced them. About this world, I know a lot, but experience very little. It can be said that it It’s both familiar and unfamiliar to me.”
Burris found something interesting in this remark: "You mentioned theater. So you've ever seen a real stage performance?"
"Yes, one of the 'seven days' long ago."
"What kind of drama is that?"
"I can't remember the content, I just remember that the actors are very ugly. In fact, I have read a lot of books, and I found and brought them back in seven days. It's a pity that they were corrupted too quickly in the foreign world. If it is stored for decades, it will be so rotten that it will be broken at the touch, and it cannot be collected at all.”
"How do you know how to read?"
"Isn't this question a bit insulting to my IQ?"
Burris smiled apologetically: "No, I didn't mean that. I mean... After I first met you that year, I have been collecting and sorting out various documents that mentioned you. As far as I know, you Immune to arcane spells, and completely immune to divine spells, not only that, but you can also understand all languages in the world... This is a kind of natural proficiency, and you don't need to deliberately learn a certain type of writing at all."
Lot nodded sharply, and Boris vaguely read a strong sense of satisfaction from his eyes. "Yes," Lott deliberately changed into Elvish and said, "Actually, I don't know how many languages and characters exist in the world, but as long as I come into contact with a certain civilization, I can directly understand their language."
"Your elf language is amazing." Boris picked up the quill, and recorded the main points of the conversation on the notes spread out in front of him, "modern elf language, supplemented by ancient elf accent, which is the most respected by elves now Accent. Can you be more specific about magic immunity?"
"Magic immunity? Have you talked about the part you are most interested in?" Lott asked.
"Not the most interested..."
"Then what are you most interested in?"
"This... It's not clear at the moment. Let's talk about magic immunity first, shall we?"
"Not good." Lott started to forcibly digress again, "I will talk about magic immunity, but I am particularly curious about which aspect of me you are most interested in, so tell me!"